Diver Keri WIlk has been one of the few people to observe a strange sperm whale trait, described as a “poonado”.
This is thought to be a rarely used defence mechanism, which is different to when the whales defecate before their descent into deeper waters. The whale released an unusual amount of faeces, turned on its side and used its flipper to propel the excrement in a huge 30 metre arc.
This could be the first time this mechanism has been photographically documented, but has been observed in the wild previously.
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I got my tablet to work again! Also, I use a new art programm: Krita. This was the first picture I drew with it and I think the art programm is good. It´s for free, after all and has the same features as Sai.
I still need to figure out a few things but I´m back to draw some more!
Do you find it impossible to keep your kitchen organized? Can you never find the right lid to match your tupperware? Do you open your cabinets only to have tupperware spill out, endlessly, filling your kitchen, such that you can’t even move, oh god, you’re trapped, the phone’s all the way on the other side of the room but there’s so much goddamn tupperware when did you even buy it none of it even matches jesus christ-!
well I can’t help you there but I can draw you a picture!
Simple vector-style art with slight shading where it applies. These are one person only, and adding another character (because it’s hard for me) will cost another $15. Simple backgrounds generally, very clean and cute!
Simple, sketchy lines, basic coloring, basic shading. One character default, $10 extra for each additional character (I will adjust for large groups though). Basic backgrounds, can be scenery. My general art.
These have gotten a lot of attention recently so I’ll include them here too - I do replicate the style of Danny Phantom title cards, so if you’re in that niche and want me to make one for you, let me know!
If you want me to do something not listed here, like character design or a logo or a sketchpage or something, let me know and we’ll discuss pricing!
Becca, my wonderful, precious darling, will you do not-safe-for-work art?
You bet your sweet bippy!! As long as it’s not ince$t or pedophili@ I will draw whatever your heart (or any other organ) desires. Feti$h art and intense stuff like g0re will cost extra,
especially depending on the severity
. For pieces like this I’d like to discuss it thoroughly to figure out a good price for what you’re asking.
What are you not great at?
Vehicles or mechas or anything mechanical, also animal-based characters. I’m not the best at drawing these BUT if you want me to draw it I most certainly will! I just want you to know they aren’t my forte and won’t be my best work.
What won’t you do?
Ince$t and pedophili@, absolutely, even if it’s not sexual.
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Thank you very much for your time, and I look forward to working with you!
Finished with his work for the day, Dui strolled down the hall towards the door that could take him wherever he wanted. He had a small smile on his face, giddy to be seeing you and envisioning in his mind the night you would spend together. He would walk in and you’d kiss him in greeting, offer him some of the cherry pie he knew you’d baked earlier today from the picture you had sent to him on the phone you’d given him. You’d tell each other of your days over the pie, maybe watch one of your television shows, before curling up together in bed. Quiet, romantic and – Where’s the sex? – Dui’s smile twitched at the emergence of Shadow Dui in his mind. He didn’t need to make love to you tonight, sure it would be nice, but there was nothing wrong with cuddling. – Maybe not for gentle, boring wimps like you Make love? Why not just fuck her already? Fuck her like a woman like her deserves to be fucked. Make love. Hah. What are you, a naïve teenaged girl? – Ignoring the sinister voice in his head, Dui imagined your apartment and forced himself to smile as he opened the door to anywhere and stepped through it.
1. The World- the general setting that this will all take place in. What are your ‘big ideas’ for this place?
2. Geography- The specific landmass you’ll be focusing on, the Morrowind to your Tamriel. Talk about weather patterns and the general lay of the land. 3. Landmarks- These can be natural or manmade. Think Rocky Mountains, Tower of Pisa, Space Needle, Grand Canyon 4. Resources- How do the people get water? Food? Are there rich minerals nearby, or mystical ley lines that power magical energy? 5. Flora- What kinds of plants exist in this world? What do they feed on? How do they taste? What do they smell like? 6. Fauna- What creatures live here? What kinds of ‘food chains’ exist? Are there invasive or rare species? 7. Races/Cultures- This challenge is assuming your world has some kind of sentient people(s). What do they look like? What do they value? Think about broad ideas for your peoples as you begin to flesh them out. 8. Clothing- What do people wear on a regular basis? Are there clothing items only worn on special occasions? What is considered fashionable? What is the clothing made out of? 9. Food- What does a daily meal look like? What are foods saved only for special occasions? How often do people eat? 10. Arts/Crafts- What do people make? Do they play instruments? How do they decorate everyday objects like pots or doors? 11. Trades- What kinds of skills do people in your society learn? These can be things like smithing, baking, dragon-taming, etc. 12. Education- How do people in your society learn? Are there formal schools? What subjects are considered most important? 13. Morals- What rules does your society consider most important? These can be either explicit or implicit rules. What happens when someone breaks one of those rules? Can your society’s taboos be ranked?
14. Tools/Weapons- How do people in your society make things? Is hunting necessary for your people? If so, how do they hunt? Do they need to defend themselves from outside threats? 15. Transportation- How do people move around? Do they use animal labor? Mechanical labor? How often do people travel? 16. Politics- Describe the system of government or leadership used in your society, and who if anyone is in charge. What are relations between your society and others nearby like? 17. Currency/Economy- How are goods and services exchanged? Can they be bartered for? What goods and services are valued by your society? What are their most valuable exports? 18. Religions- What do people in your society believe in? How do they observe their beliefs? Are there important icons or themes in their religions? 19. Warfare- How is conflict handled in your society? Do they fight at all, and if so, who do they send? How do they fight? 20. Housing- Where do people live? Do people live together, and if so, who do they live with? 21. Businesses- Where are goods and services exchanged? What do these places look like? 22. Political Buildings- Where are decisions about running your society take place? What do these places look like? 23. Religious Buildings- What are important places of worship? What do they look like? 24. Social Groups- These can be classes grouped by caste or by cultural boundaries (Upper-crust, undesirables, punks, jocks, etc.) Where do they hang out? How do these groups distinguish themselves? 25. Relationships- How do people in your society relate to one another? What kinds of social bonds do they build? How long do these last? Are they platonic, romantic, sexual? Some, all, or neither? 26. Folk Traditions/Holidays- What dates and times are important for your society? Are these religious, or secular, or both? How do people celebrate these occasions? 27. Toys/Games- What do people in your society do for fun? Write the rules for an example game and explain how it’s played. 28. Legends- What stories do people in your society tell? Write a complete folk tale. What values does it impart? 29. History- What important events have happened to your society or the world at large in the last five months? The last five years? 500 years? Did a historical event inspire a legend? How different are they from each other? 30. Life Cycle- create an entirely new character. Based off of everything that you’ve already written, give them a full life story. Describe how they grew up, what they ate, what their family was like, what events shaped their beliefs, how they died. Describe how people react to the person’s death, and what if any impact their life had upon the land.
Winter doesn’t know the taste of a lot of things. But there is one thing she has memorized, one flavor that never escapes her no matter how hard she tries. It is ash. Even when she sleeps, that charred ghost flavor slinks around her mouth, sticking at the back of her throat. When she sleeps, she can feel the velvet of fine-milled ash pressing into her cheeks. And when she wakes, the first smell on the wind is always wood smoke.
She supposes that this is because it is the taste of warmth. It is the taste of things fighting back against the might of her, but that doesn’t make it any better.
There are only so many things a season may taste.
Winter knows the delicate sweetness of ice riming a windowpane. There is no kinder cold than the sleeve of frost adorning a bare tree limb. Winter knows the taste of fire. Cold coaxes out the sugar, for when death is close, life turns to its sweetest. It does it like an animal cornered, a survival mechanism, and Winter can always taste the bittersweet taste of panic. There are other flavors, things that other seasons would long for—the tangy glitter-crackle of ornaments spinning behind a window, sticky sweet candy-coated apples that are a shade so viciously red they ward away demons. And that was nothing to say of the emotions that perfumed the air: waiting and wonder, snow in the eyes and snow on the tongue, winter prayers rising into the sky and tangling in the not-fallen snow.
But the ash…
The ash always remained.
It was always the taste that lingered, for it was the taste of death. The taste of things burned and turned into something else. That was what everyone thought of Winter. She was the season of sleep and frost, of death made beautiful when draped in white.
She was those things. She walked in a silver dress, wore a crown of velvet-nap antlers and around her throat was a collar of ice so bright that diamonds wept. When she walked, she showed you her bones. Like you were the only one who got to see her this way: the shadowy twigs of her limbs, the frail stone heart fluttering beneath a ribcage of dried moss. Even her blood, just sheaves of parchment-thin ice growing across a river.
But people always seemed to forget that she could grow things too. A new year, when no one was looking. A spindle that groaned fat on dreams that she draped through the slumber of so many children. Despair, when the mood struck, for she could yank Night into the sky and even Day would cower. For this was the time of her reign.
And yet there were things she longed for too. Sometimes her reign was long and sometimes her reign was short. But always it was lonely.
There was no one else to sit at her table of snow. No one else with whom she might wax thoughtfully about the ever-present taste of ash.
When she reigned, everything else was asleep. Everyone else was already sharing their shadow.
She had taken mortal lovers, yes. Too many boys who she had loved for the way the snow clung to their lashes. Too many girls who she had worshipped for the way the ice laced through their hair. But there had been too many times when she kissed them too hard and they turned to ice beneath her. There had been too many times when she had lain her cheek against their shoulder in the night and woke to find them frozen.
It was a day that should have been mundane.
She should have known, then, how monumental it would be.
Things of great change like to wear the face of normalcy, as if they might stalk and sneak upon you better. Things of great change are rather childish, in that way.
Winter was wearing her finest furs of ruffled snow and ermine. She was walking in her thinnest slip, a gauzy thing that left her shoulders bare. She radiated cold, and the world warped around her the way a saint always bends his neck beneath the weight of a heavenly corona.
She saw her through a parting of trees. The branches were white, and through it, the girl looked like a fractal of a girl. Something already broken.
Winter loves instantly.
She could take the time to fall, of course, but winter is a gust of ice against an unprotected neck, and a noose of cold around the throat. Though the world yearns to be rid of her, she is usually gone quite fast.
Which is all to say: there was no time to be gentle.
For nothing about her was ever gentle.
The girl behind the branches stood out like a poppy in the snow. Like a flame poised to devour.
Winter could only watch as the girl picked her way through the fallen branches and icy ground to stand before her. This close, the girl burned. Her hair was smoke and embers, blue as the heart of a flame. And yet her lips were a candy-lush red, bright as a Christmas apple.
“I hear you don’t like what fruit I grow,” said the girl.
And Winter knew, suddenly, who she was. Fire.
Winter found her voice.
“The taste of ash is everywhere,” she said imperiously. “It gets everywhere. It’s the cursed taste at the end of every meal. It hides in my hair. Coats my tongue. So yes, one could say that I’m not particularly fond of your fruit.”
For she was nothing if not imperious.
Fire tilted her head. A ribbon of flame coiled around her neck. Winter wanted to press her lips to it. Then she wanted to remove it with her teeth.
“It was supposed to make you curious. Not furious.”
“Curious to do what?” asked Winter.
Fire stretched out her hand. A charred pomegranate sat in her palm. When Winter touched it, it seamed down the middle. A puff of smoke stamped the air. Seven charred seeds glistened like wet garnets.
“To know me. To let me stay by your side. Perhaps not all things that are bitter and lingering are things to be rejected. Perhaps you just have not explored them enough.”
Winter reached out, sucking the marrow from a single jewel seed. This was not a taste of ash that she knew. This was something lustrous. Something that tasted like a wildfire swallowing a forest. It stung the back of her throat. Made her eyes water.
Almost three years since their discovery, the juvenile Issus insect, commonly found across Europe, remains the only known natural example of a functioning gear mechanism. The hind-leg joints feature curved cog-like strips of intermeshing ‘teeth’ that synchronise the issus’ legs when launched into a jump.
Prior to this discovery, gear mechanisms were previously thought to be solely man-made. However, no other example has been discovered.
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A lizard native to Western Australia measuring up to 8in long on average, thorny dragons reside in deserts sustaining themselves on ants. A unique defense mechanism it has is that it has a fake head on its back, where it will lower its head to reveal the fake one to confuse predators. When it rains their capillaries can suck water in from all over its body, it will literally drink through its skin in the rain.